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making a sound and stood in front of the bedroom mirror, staring at my reflection.
Thirty-two years old.
Barefoot.
Wet-eyed.
One hand resting protectively over my stomach.
The other gripping the pregnancy test like evidence from a crime scene.
When Caleb finally entered the bedroom, he wore the expression men rehearse before destroying someone politely.
“Harper,continue reading …
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